As I was wlking down the hall in my office building to the restroom, I passed a couple of maintenance workers doing their job. They looked as if they came straight out of a coal mine, with their clothes and faces covered in fine. black dust. They were hauling coiled-up extention cords over their shoulders. They were wearning no shoes; their bright white crew socks shone in contrast to the rest of them.
I’m sure I look mighty strange to outsiders when I’m doing my job sometimes. too.